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There's a new plague making its way across college campuses from coast to coast. Take one step into your local incorporated coffee shop, vegan restaurant, Urban Outfitters or American Apparel store and you will be afflicted.

There’s a new plague making its way across college campuses from coast to coast. Take one step into your local incorporated coffee shop, vegan restaurant, Urban Outfitters or American Apparel store and you will be afflicted. (Or blinded by all the neon spandex and overwhelming scent of cigarettes.)

Love 'em or hate em, no one can deny that we are surrounded by the hipster generation these days. We are living and breathing in the second-hand smoke of Parliament Lights everywhere we go. I have spent some time observing them in their natural habitat (dark basements and dive bars in Brooklyn and the entire campus of Virginia Commonwealth University) and have seen the light.

I want to propose the unthinkable: I think hipsters are kind of OK.
Many, many people disagree - even some here at CollegeCandy - but if you can look past the obvious (like the mustaches and the outline of the boys' genitalia through their super tight denim), I think our friends in Bushwick and the 'Burg have some redeeming qualities.

If you love America as much as we do (and you should, or else you’ll have to answer to Stephen Colbert), then you’re excited for the Fourth of July and all the awesome things it brings: a break from work, a sizzling barbecue, and quality time spent with family and friends.

Usually when we post questions we find on Yahoo it's because the questions are so dumb and ridiculous that they make us laugh. Like when people ask about their poo or how to make their genitalia bigger. I mean, really, who asks those sorts of things? Not this week, though.

There's a new plague making its way across college campuses from coast to coast. Take one step into your local incorporated coffee shop, vegan restaurant, Urban Outfitters or American Apparel store and you will be afflicted. (Or blinded by all the neon spandex and overwhelming scent of cigarettes.) I'm talking, of course, about hipsters.

This week we're gonna play a little game...(and I mean that in a totally anti-SAW way).
This playlist consists of several covers - and some original versions - of an eclectic group of sweet songs. It's your job to grab your closest music-savvy friends, a case of cheap beer (PBR, maybe?)